Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-07-13


doctor. WHO pronounced her sldrrIng
from a virulent case of diphtheTia He 4
tod it hrokenly. the tears stunning dOEn
his puffy cheeks.
Mrs. Fem amt strong enough O. .
stand such a strain as this'n be o.
her," he said, forlornly. ~ went for .
Mrs. Jasper to come an tend Miss .
Violet, but she don't care to come on !
account OF the disease. And Miss |
CruppS was sick, an the poor child /
needs watching and tending every |
blessed minute, an Maria has ID tend |
to the house."
Elise listened, dismayed-
''Violet down with diphtherlal
Where did she take such diseaseY
How did she get it? Did you say she
was all purple and swollen, Johnp Have
you been by herP Did you dare come
here without being disinfectei? You
can carry disease in your clothes, Your
hair! How dared you, John? Go
right out on the stoop, and talk to me
through the window"
Il have not been rear poor Miss
Violet, ma'am, only as l drove her
home last night from the depot"
''Ohl" said Elise. somewhat calmed.
Poor Violet Poor mother! How
awful, how terriblei"
at the gate John met Bixby, with
her tiock. They were in the gayest
possible spirits, and held up for his
admiration long dandelion chains. but
lie WAS in no mood for trIfies. His
news. abruptly told, struck Bixoy like
bolt from clear sky.
Don't say my Miss Violet is dying,
Johnw
Then, without another word. she
sought Mrs. Maurice.
You must get somebody in my
place." she said. ~ am going home
TO Miss Violet"
What nonsensical talk!'' said Elise,
who was lovely in her pallor. mother
sent down word that you were not to
come home. L need you with the chill
dren. 1t would be very mean for you
to go away now. Besides, you will
take the dIphtherla; It's dangerous
disease, and II you get sick, who is
going to tend to you? Listen to rea-
son, BiXby."
~ can't listen to such reason" SAID
BIxbv, in a choked voice. II can't
tell you how L feel, ma'am; you
wouldn't understand. Miss Violet took
NE from hell and gave me Heavenl'
The intensity OF her speech shocked
Elise.
What blasphemyl Stop talking.
This Is unbearabIe. BiXbyl"
And I'd lay down my life fur her!"
continued the girl, with flashing eyes.
i've never had no chance yet to do
fur them. On, if Jesus gave his life
fur his enemies. can't 1 risk mine fur
my friendsY"
Hush, BIxbyI" said Elise, petulant-
Il. "You don't know what you are
talking about GJ back 10 the chill
dren."
But insteal OF going obediently back
| to the little ones, BISby got her things
and went disobediently down the street.
| Mrs. Fem, pallid, wan, keeping sleep
| less watch over the child dearer to her
| than life, looked up 2stonlshed, as
/ Bixby softly entered the sick room.
| Size waved her back.
Violet is very, very sick Do not
come by her. Bixsy, do not want you
to take the disease"
II am no. afraid of it. 1 only want
to do fur her-to help you. Fur the
dear Lords sake,Ie me hev my chance
of doing, ma'aml"
a solemn warfare with death WAS
waged for hours in that hushed room.
Without were bud and blossom and
golden sunshine, the merry laugh oil
Children aad song of birds, the hum
mIny of bees, as they slipped nectar
from white and pink petaled blooms.
Within was ceaseless vigil and agonizing
prayer, and a vain, so 1t seemed, hops
against hope No one knew the mo.
ment when the real crisis came. and
the dread angel sheathed the sword up
lifted to smite, but slowly dawned the
j or would
lyon must 90 down into the garden
and get some fresh air, Bixby," sait
Mrs. Fem, gently. at seems to m'
YOU have not really eaten or slept 70
days. 1 shall have TO give you al
opiate-"
r Yes, do go down, Bixby!" PLEADED
, Violet, from her couch. She lay Their
r very fair ard frail, so glad TO be baci
from the portals Of death, so thankful
to God for bestowlng on her her life a
a Gift for the second time. Her com
} pIaxlon WAS as fresh and fair as /
babes, her eyes were large and lumi
T nous.
E pear, good Bixby! How invalua
2 BILE YOU have been
; Blxby obeyed without protest Ono
: out in the sunshine, she thought sh
I would feel better; her heal ached, an
e elasticity seemed TO have left her sturd
j limbs. What beautiful world 1t was
S She stopped to look at the cactus,
! mass of gorgeous crimson bloom ON th
2 terrace. and bent over the moss-pini
T i'm the border. There we're roDln
nesting In the Gins; she heard the be-
I droning In the cherry-5lossoms- LII
c world was beautiful, and life was swee
She wanted 10 lie down there on u
soft turf, and feel the breeze coolin
4 her cheek: she longed to, like vel
4 chIId She would lie down Just a lltt
! while then 90 back to Miss Viole
W Old John, coming 10y whiIe iiIei' 81
n her still resting there
n 0ThIs will never do, child" he saie
/, shaking her. "The ground Is DAM
a III YOU are sleepy, go into the house"
n She looked up at him, with strang
/ dnII ewes. then closed them heavily.
4 .You must get up, BIxby!'' he sal
" authoritatively- -, -.
n she minded him stupidity, and W
4 led docilely to her little room, al
n nlaced In the bed from which she w
"a paver AGAIN to rise. She babbled In
re- daIirIum of old, childish scenes al
rs sufferings, and was again servant
: servants. a defenseless, homele
rs drudge.
te mo one loves me: L hIint got
Il folksI', she cried, shifting her ieeu
= sad truth, not 20 be denledl 1
pr depth and sweetness OF human ioVe II
~ never been revealed To her one
5y h,n befriended, helped, but love
To never. But she had loved oouiu
lie have done morep The present 70
ne shape with the past. She p'oo'ea
.ir Miss Violet ,..,
~ Cant / die for her. Lordr"
= rb,snarsd at don't make fur me
=, ~, abs talked of the roses, pinks,
che dandellons starring I